Mind-fuckery and Consent

Mind Fucks.

I've had two recently, and I have to say, I'm not a big fan.

The first time I had an honest-to-IPU* mind fuck, it was from Daddy**. I had forgotten to bring something that he had told me to bring. Huge no-no. I inadvertently consented to that particular mindfuck, it was my punishment for not doing what he had asked. I'm pretty sure I got off easy.

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Yesterday evening, a friend of mine who I care very much for and with whom I already have definite emotional boundaries with decided she was done with life, and texted me goodbye and thank you. After several text exchanges, she stopped texting me and did not pick up when we called. I had already contacted her daughter via Facebook at this point.

It should be noted that this friend lives back in the Midwest, half the country away from me. She had also recently moved and I did not have her new address yet, so calling the cops was not an option for me.

Three hours later she texted me, finally, telling me that she had chickened out and a text that Tmame had sent her made her laugh. (She had turned her phone off so it couldn't be traced to her location.)

To say that I was very angry at her for her flippant attitude would be an understatement. I believe the words "Drama Queen" came out of my mouth. She became instantly contrite, but the damage had been done. I'm not sure how long it will be before I forgive her. I know that I will at some point, although I will never forget.

I know that I can't save her from the demons she has (and she does have demons), but I'm usually so much better at making sure those around me at least want to help themselves.

Today was spent wanting to be a Little with no responsibilities, to let someone else take this burden from me, if only for a little while. But I didn't. I'm dealing with my shit, keeping my big-girl panties on. Daddy can't fix this for me. Tmame can't fix it, either. Hell, she was his friend too, he's pretty pissed off himself.

So yeah. Non-consensual emotional trauma. I haz it. The line for hugs starts to the left. Or the right. Whichever. Cuddles work too.



*Invisible Pink Unicorn, Blessed Be Her Holy Hooves.
**Yes, I have a new Daddy. I now have TWO Daddies. I'm a lucky, lucky girl. And happy. Which explains the lack of posts lately.

because haters just can't step away from the blog...

No more anonymous comments. If you can't sign your name to your accusations, you don't get to post.

If you don't like what I've written, don't fucking read it! It's that simple.

I may with-hold the whole truth sometimes, but the only people I flat out lie to is my parents, and quite frankly, after all the shit they've put me through, I'm okay with that.

to the anonymous coward who left a book in my comments:

wtf?  srsly!

Clone host?  Temps?  Gangsters?  The computer is God?  

automatic transmissions dominate in the United States, and NOT for good reason. European vehicles historically are mostly manual, for they have more favor. 
Females are the favored gender:::What cars DO have manuals here in the US have traditionally been marketted towards the women AND are those which get the highest mileage. 
Buy manual transmissions. Automatics are NOT respected!!! 

Are you insane?  Nobody cares if your car has a manual or automatic transmission.  Really.  And if you care if your car is respected, well, you've got bigger problems you need to work out.

The funny part?  The very last paragraph.

Muslims are your superior. They actually WORK on their relationship with the gods. You are corrupt Christians, slipping into godlessness, thinking someone is going to save you in the end.
"I'm going to do what I'm told." You learned temptation would be used to test you. These requests are the gods tempting you.
Lose the sense of "entitlement". It can only hurt you in the end.
This is the REAL battle of good and evil. 

You assume that I believe in the Christian God.  I don't.  The Christian God does not exist.  Neither does the Muslim God.  Sorry to break it to you.  Really.

btw, I deleted your comment, cause it's my blog and I can do that.  (in honor of George Carlin, rip) FUCK off.